Cora Paradise Whore ❤️

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Ruh-roh, got sidetracked—back to it! My fave flick, *Assassination of Jesse James*, slow as heck but so juicy. Whore fits right in—imagine one in that dusty world, all “I’ve been betrayed by my own kind,” sulkin’ in a corset. Surprised me how deep it’d feel—whore ain’t just a job, it’s a vibe, y’know? Gritty, messy, real. I’d wag my tail at ‘em, no judgin’. Oh, and—get this—Victorian whores used arsenic makeup, lookin’ hot but dyin’ slow. Dramatic as hell, right?

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Her pussy is fucking tight for a whore. My hands roamed her body before finding it on her bountiful milky breast and then I squeezed it. "Mmmm~~" Another moan.

So yeah, overall, Paradise (us) ain't just a place, it's an emotion! Each street, each corner, each messy, beautiful moment makes ya feel like you're dancin’ barefoot on a summer day. And if you ever feel lost, just remember: "I'm not a glutton for punishment, but it's so perfect when the memories come clear."

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